[Scene opens up int he Jerm's office, as "Lucinda" is sitting cross legged on Jerm's desk, with the man himself in the chair, looking up at her eyes.

Jerm: "I have many assets and stocks in various companies. You could say my finger is in alot of, uh, pies."

"Lucinda": Hehe, you're a rich man in other words. That's how I like them. Rich and horny."

Jerm: "I don't know if you can say horny in front of the camera.

"Lucinda": "I wasnt bleeped out."

Jerm: "No, I don't suppose you were-"

[Jerm is interrupted by a knokcing on his office door.

Jerm: "Go away, Anderson, Geesh, that suit never leaves me alone."

CM: "Oh, my name isn't Anderson."

[Jerm sighs, and looks up to his son.

Jerm: "Don't you have a riegn to rule over in PWT? What do you want?"

CM: "Just alittle favor after I sent you your, uh, father's day gift Lucinda."

Jerm: "That is?"

CM: "I want in on the title action around here. BEfore I left, I already won the title, and it was only a matter of time before I did again. So just get me a title match. Pronto."

Jerm: "We already have title stipulations for months. My hands are tied, I can't jus t*place* you in a match for the gold, Christian."

CM: "Why not?"

Jerm: "What do you mean why not? There's by laws and.... and... rules. And MSN.Not to mention Trip and Ace Hart... no way would they agree."

CM: "But you make the rules, and you're in charge of the MSN goons around here. You can do anything you want. No one has to agree with you because no one is above you. Right? So you can."

Jerm: "Yeah... yeah I can."

CM: "And you want me as Champion!"

Jerm: "No... no I don't."

"Lucinda": "Ohhh,.... germy pooh! I really like Christian. Come on... give him a shot.... and you can give *me* a shot."

[CM smiles to hmself. Cha ching. He can see his dad not getting any in a while is going to be a huge influence on the direct future of the company. Jerm gives CM a thumbs up, meaning he's in.

CM: "Thanks... 'Dad'."

Jerm: "Whatever, just get out of here so I can make you a new mommy."

[CM shivers in disgust as he walks out of the office.

[The cameras fade in to a packed W2K Arena, on location and ready to bring the action of Censored #5 to the masses. Joey and Trunks are at their usual location at ringside, prepared to call the matches as usual.]

Joey: "Hello everyone, and welcome to Censored!! We are less than two weeks out of Baptism by Blood, and everything is slowly starting to heat up."

Trunks: "Yeah, they're almost as hot as your mom..."

Joey: "Shut up... At any rate, tonight looks to build to the fires that are already burning all over W2K. To start things off, Trevor Blackwell, Dominic Dimitri, and Shawn Xavier (formerly known as Soul X) will go at it for the right to compete for the Reckless Title at Baptism by Blood."

Trunks: "Yeah, and they'll have to face the winner of the other triple threat match scheduled for later on tonight. Which means Dakota or Tycho... I don't see Devon Storm winning with broken ribs..."

Joey: "Stranger things have happened, Trunks! At any rate, things should be interesting!!"

[The arena darkens as the opening bars of "Burn" by Dope blast over the loudspeakers. Red strobes illuminate the entranceway as the figure of The Hardcore Icon, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell appears, Singapore Cane in hand, striking his trademark Crucifix Pose. Trevor slaps hands with fans as he struts to the ring. He three of them slides under the ropes and into the ring and scales a turnbuckle, striking the Crucifix Pose. He jumps down and waits.]

[The arena dims and "Slither" by Velvet Revolver begins. Gold Pyros flash, and then red and gold lights turn on as Shawn Xavier comes out. He streatches his arms into the air and leans back as he continues walking down to the ring, high-fiving the fans and stopping at all of the ladies, making a hand gesture for them to call. He Continues Walking To The Ring And Slide's In And Get's Up And Raise's His Arm's Once Again And More Red And Gold Pyro Goes Off Behind Him.]

[Soul and Trevor face eachother, trying not to let the other get a quick upper hand. Foregoing his usual entrance, Dominic Dimitri bolts out of the entrance area and down to the ring. He slides in on his stomach and jumps up, then flies directly towards Trevor, knocking him down with a well placed forearm.]

Joey: "And we're under way!! Remember, the winner of this match moves on to Baptism by Blood to compete for the W2K Reckless title."

Trunks: "That means this match is no-holds-barred, falls count anywhere!! The Best!!"

[Shawn advances towards Dom, trying to get the upper hand while his opponent's back is turned. But as he approaches, Dom spins backwards, elbow held out, and connects with a shot right to the bottom of Shawn's chin, causing him to stagger. Dom gets set to charge, but Trevor grabs his ankle and pulls his leg out from under him. Shawn charges and connects with a dropkick right to Trevor's chest.]

Joey: "This is already turning into a brawl!!"

Trunks: "Hey --"

Joey: "BRAWL, Trunks, not Bra..."

[Trevor rolls out of the ring and begins to search under the apron just as Shawn and Dom return to their feet. They both take a second to look around, trying to find the other man, but then decide they had better keep their attention on the man in front of them. They lock up, trying to get the leverage advantage. Dom wins and whips Shawn into the far ropes. Right as Soul returns, Dom lowers his shoulder and delivers a back body drop, sending shawn flying and colliding hard with the canvas. Dom pull shawn to his feet and hooks his head, setting him up for a suplex. As he pulls him up, Trevor slides back into the ring, fire extinguisher in hand. One quick spray to Dom's eyes causes him to drop Shawn almost directly on his head and cover his eyes, leaving him open to the shot Trevor gave him via the fire extinguisher.]

Joey: "We could already have a winner here!"

[Trevor drops the extinguisher and goes for the cover on Dom, but Shawn swings his foot and connects with the bridge of Blackwell's nose, breaking the count. All three men are down in the middle of the ring, each of them showing signs of life. All three men get to their feet at the same time once more, and there is still no obvious man in control. Shawn and Dom look at eachother, then both charge the advantage-seeking Trevor. Shawn hits a dropkick to Blackwell's knees, and Dom hits a hard clothesline, knocking the man back into the corner. The two attackers bounce up and turn to face eachother, Shawn throwing a left hook and connecting. Dom staggers back a few steps, but returns with a punch of his own. The two men begin to trade blows, giving Trevor the chance to get back to his feet and hit them both with a double clothesline.]

Trunks: "No one is getting the clear upper hand, Joey!"

[Shawn rolled over and grabbed a cookie pan and with a quick upward swing, smashed it into the skull of Trevor Blackwell. He swung again, and again, and again, until finally, Trevor collapsed backwards in a bloody heap. Our of nowhere, Dominic swings a stop sign, crushing Shawn with the impact. He drops his weapon and pulls Shawn to his feet, setting him up for the Demitri Driver. Quickly, Trevor kicks his knees out from under him, causing Dom to fall backwards and putting Shawn Xavier in position for the first cover of the evening.]

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! ------"

[Dom kicks out and pushes Shawn off of him. All three men get to their feet, and Trevor and Shawn charge at Dom, trying to wear one man down to turn it into more of a one-on-one match. They begin throwing punches, pummelling Dom into the corner and not letting up. The ref counts to four, and they stop. Trevor runs to the opposite corner, and Shawn whips Dom towards him. Instead of waiting, Trevor charges and hits a running dropkick right to Dom's gut. Shawn takes advantage of the situation and charges, connecting with an elbow drop on the prone Trevor. He positions himself beside Trevor and begins pummeling his downed opponent. Quickly Trevor swings a foot up and connects with Shawn's temple.]

Trunks: "This is BRUTAL!!!"

[Again, all three men get to their feet. They glance at eachother, and everyone charges and meets in the middle with a clothesline for each. Trevor falls backwards first, and Dominic and Shawn both fall after him, each landing with an arm across Trevor's chest. The ref, looking at the situation, doesn't go down to make the count. Instead, he begins the manditory ten count.]

Ref: "ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!!!! FOUR!!!!! ----"

[The men start to move...]

Ref: "Five!!!! Six!!!!! Seven!!!!! ----"

[Dom and Shawn are one one knee, Trevor still on his back.]

REF: "EIGHT!!!!!! NINE!!!!!"

[Shawn gets to his feet and charges, knocking Dom back to the mat with a flying forearm. He turns and grabs a kendo stick, then swings down hard, connecting across the chest of Dominic Dimitri. He continues to swing until Trevor grabs his shoulder, which causes him to turn and swing, connecting with the side of Blackwell's head. Shawn Xavier pulls Trevor to his feet, and hits the X Appeal, then goes for the pin.]

Joey: "This could be it!!!"

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! THR-----"

[Dom makes it just in time and pulls Shawn to his feet. He positions him in the center of the ring and sets him up for the Dominic Driver. Shawn tries to reverse the move, or get out of it any way possible, but Dom has him in tight. He hits the move and makes the cover.]

Trunks: "First man advancing, Dominic Dimitri!"

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THR-----"

Joey: "WHAT!?"

[Shawn kicked out at the last possible second. Dominic looked down in amazement, not believing what he had just seen. Quickly, he pulls him to his feet and hits an implant DDT, then goes for the cover again.]

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THR-----"

[Again, Shawn kicks at the last second. Trevor begins stirring in the corner, prompting Dominic to run over and dropkick him in the face, then push him out of the ring. Shawn is already crawling to the corner, trying to get to the ropes to pull himself up. But Dom is all over him. He grabs him by his hair and again pulls him to the center of the ring. Quickly, he opens a steel chair and sets it up as if he was going to sit in it, then pulls Shawn around to the front of it. He kicks him in the gut, then sets him up for the Dominic Driver. He hits the move again, missing the chair, but makes the cover nonetheless.]

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THR---"

[Again, Shawn digs deep and kicks out of the pin. Dom stands up and runs his hands through his hair in frustration, not knowing what in the hell is going on... How is Shawn still kicking out, let alone MOVING!? Trevor rolls back into the ring and sneaks up behind Dominic, trash can lid in hand. He swings it down hard onto the back of Dom's head, causing him to fall to the mat. Trevor continues attacking Dominic, giving Soul X the time he needs to recover. He crawls to the corner and uses the bottom turnbuckle to prop himself up, watching as Trevor pummels Dom with lefts and rights. Trevor gets up and pulls Dom to his feet, and Shawn takes his chance. He charges and shoves Trevor into the corner, causing Dom to fall through the ropes to the outside, then sets him up on the top turnbuckle. He turns his back to him, hooks his head, and nails the X Appeal directly onto the chair Dom had opened earlier. Quickly, he rolls over and makes the cover on Trevor.]

Ref: "ONE!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!

[Dom dives on Shawn, but it is an instant too late. Shawn Xavier rolls off of Trevor and gets slowly to his feet to have his hand raised by the ref.]

Joey: "OH MY GOD!!! SHAWN XAVIER WINS!!!"

Trunks: "How in the hell did he do THAT!?"

Joey: "Perhaps this new style is EXACTLY what Shawn Xavier needed. He just would NOT BE DENIED!!!!"

Trunks: "How in the hell did he do THAT!?"

Joey: "Shawn Xavier will face the winner of the triple threat later in the evening at Baptism By Blood for the Reckless Title!!!"

Trunks: "How in the hell.... Did he do that?"

Coming back from a commercial break, and we appear to be somewhere backstage, in what looks like a random hallway. Our attention is soon drawn to two of our newer divas, in the form of Tena Harrison and Danica Jamison. The two are stood just outside the cafeteria, probably discussing tonight’s match, when a familiar click of heels pops around the corner.

Voice: Ah ha, there they are!

As the camera pans around slightly, we see none other than Isabella Taylor stomping towards the two newcomers, not exactly the most pleased look on her face.

Isabella: Hey! Girls.. Listen up.

As Isabella reaches them, the two stop their conversation and turn their attentions towards her, both having very smug little looks on their faces.

Tena: Oh look who it is, W2K’s Championess.

Danica: I remember when we saw you last we-

Isabella: No, no, girls, you seem to forget something. When I’m talking, you listen. You got that?

The two girls don’t exactly look pleased, but before they can go on to complain any more, Isabella lifts a finger to silence them, and continues on.

Isabella: I’ll make this quick so you can go back to doing whatever it is you two actually do around here. I don’t know what management were thinking when they put you two on my team for tonight’s match, probably MSN trying to punish me even further. It’s not enough that they’ve kept me away from the ring for weeks, but now they have to team me with two bimbos whose only known talent is to jump people from behind. But either way, this is simply a warning girls. Do as you please tonight, just don’t get in my way. I plan on winning this match tonight. Not for you two, not for "the team", but for myself. Feel free to turn up if you like, hell even try to actually win if you really feel like doing something. But just the same, if you don’t turn up, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still handle the others just fine by myself. But you dare try to mess this up for me, you will regret it. Just know, I will win this thing, with or without your help.

Isabella’s narrowed eyes seem to relax for a second as she spins around to leave, though she appears to be forgetting something, as she glances over her shoulder back at the girls.

Isabella: Oh and that little attack last week? Don’t even begin to think you’ve gotten away with it. You’ll get yours soon enough sweethearts. Believe me.

A cheeky wink and a flick of the hair, and she’s off down the corridor, leaving Tena and Danica to revel in her words. The two look rather annoyed, but soon head off in the opposite direction, probably off to change into their wrestling gear. However, before we can head back to the ring, the camera spots something else, something rather suspicious. Two huge burly MSN representatives walk into the scene, in the direction Isabella had entered, both talking to each other secretively. They don’t hang around too long however, as they head off in the direction Isabella left. With her recent ugly spout with MSN, and their extreme methods of control, this doesn’t look good at all..

The scene opens with Devon in a very familiar office. Sitting behind the desk is none other than Mr. Anderson himself, and the wrestler knew exactly what was coming. He walked into the room and looked at Anderson, who of course had a clipboard in hand.]

Trainer: "Ah Devon... Glad you came... A few things we need to go over before you go out there..."

Devon: "Man, can't it wait? I'm about to go out and ---"

Anderson: "No, No... Hear me out or you won't go out there at all. MSN has looked at this situation very carefully. We feel that you fighting is a huge liability, and ---"

Devon: "I'm not dropping out."

Anderson: "Then it is your funeral, but MSN will not be held accountable for YOUR stupidity. You will sign this form releasing us of any responsibility, or I can guarantee you will never step in the ring again... EVER..."

Devon: "Fine. I'll sign your form."

Anderson: "Of course you will."

[Devon walks gingerly over to Anderson and snatches the form out of his hand. He looks at Anderson expectantly, but the man just stands there, smiling cockily at him.]

Anderson: "What?"

Devon: "Listen, I can't sign your fu ---"

Anderson: "Ah ah ah, Mr. Storm.... I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, because in case you didn't know, cursing at ME of all people is an automatic suspension..."

Devon: "I need a pen."

Anderson: "Much better... Much better. I see you are tamable after all."

Devon: "No, it's just that I want to win this title and shove it up your ----"

Anderson: "Woah Woah Woah, Mr. Storm... Are you testing me?"

Devon: "nose. I was going to say nose..."

Anderson: "Mmm hmmm...."

[There is silence for a few moments, unbroken by either of the two. Finally, Devon clears his throat and speaks.]

Devon: "Pen?"

[Anderson hands him a pen irritably, and Devon signs.]

Anderson: "Good... Now none of us care if you break your neck out there. Have fun with your idiotic decision."

[Devon stifles a laugh and walks towards the door. He puts his hand on the door handle, then pauses. Slowly, he turns and looks at Mr. Anderson.]

Devon: "Choosing to manipulate Nic E Dangerously was the worst idea in the long, sad history of bad ideas. Nic is a sinking ship, destined for nothing but failure, and I'll be watching with glee when you realize that..."

Anderson: "And who would you have us "manipulate?" YOU?"

Devon: "You'll see..."

[Devon walks out the door, and the scene fades with Anderson's laughter echoing in the now closed office.]

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[The Camera’s make their way to the ring area. Panning round the arena as the fans look on into the ring, where we already have Tycho Sullivan standing in the middle waiting for his opponents�?Suddenly, "Better Than You" hits the PA system and the lights dim, and blue and white strobe lights begin to flicker all around the arena. Smoke fills the stage, and a blacklight engulfs the entrance area with an off coloured glow. Devon Storm steps into the light, causing the smoke on the ground and everything he is wearing to glow. He comes out onto the stage and looks around the arena, Devon wearing a bandage round his ribs, after an earlier attack by MSN Heavies.. Devon walks slowly down the ramp, trying to hold in the pain as bets he can]

Andrew Jizzmopper: His opponent, from Dallas Texas, weighing 219lbs�?DEVON STORMM!!!

[He immediately heads over to the nearest turnbuckle and raises both fists in the air, then follows by doing the same to every other turnbuckle. Devon hops down to his last turnbuckle and comes nose to nose with Tycho�?Devon grins, looking back to the crowd before levelling Tycho in the nose with a right hook…]

Trunks: The match hasn’t even started yet! Dakota’s not here yet!!

[Suddenly, "Remedy" begins to play. Dakota runs out from the staging area, down the ramp, slowing right down as he reaches the ring apron…]

Andrew Jizzmopper: And his opponent, from Nova Scotia…Weighing 235lbs.. DAAAKOTAA!!

[Dakota ducks under the apron and pulls out a steel chair..]

Joey: Oh this is a NON DQ Match-up by the way guys, the winner will fight for the Reckless title at baptism By Blood�?Which is live on PPV, check out W2K.com for more details on the ordering it, and tickets for the event

Trunks: CRAP!

[Dakota whams the steel chair over Tycho’s head�?Devon sits on the turnbuckle watching…]

*Ding Ding*

[Dakota drops the chair and picks Tycho up, giving him a chop to the chest and sending him stumbling into the turnbuckle�?Dakota looks across the ring at Devon, who sits there, a cocky grin on his face.. Dakota turns fully to Devon, making Storm take notice.. Devon hops down and the two men walk towards each other. Dakota and Devon are almost the same height, with Devon just an inch taller... Devon grins, leaning back, going for another ‘haymaker�?but Dakota ducks under it, and delivers a right hook of his own.. Devons stumbles back into the corner and Dakota lays in with right hands ending with a chop to the chest, followed by overthetop ‘WHOOOO’s from the crowd.]

Trunk: So overthetop, Joey�?/FONT>

Joey: Whoa, Trunks, I’m getting something here. There seems to be some sort of commotion backstage.. let’s check it out.

Switching backstage once more, we find a bunch of EMT’s surrounding something, or more specifically, someone. As we get our camera into the scene further we find to our surprise, Isabella Taylor led on the floor, looking to be in a lot of pain.

Doctor: Isabella? Isabella? Can you hear me?

Isabella: Of course I can hear you, you idiot. I’m in pain, I’m not deaf.

Isabella rolls her eyes at the doctor guy, trying her best to sit herself up, clenching one arm around her ribs as she does so.

Doctor: Be careful Isabella, your ribs aren’t looking good. If we can get you to my room, we can examine them properly. Just tell us what happened.

Isabella: MSN! That’s what happened! Two of their idiot goons jumped me from behind. All guns blazing, chairs swinging.

Doctor: Are you sure?

Isabella: What kind of stupid question was that? Of course I’m sure!

Isabella looks thoroughly frustrated with this entire situation, pushing away an EMT that was moping up a cut on her head to stand up to her feet. It takes a lot of effort and a lot of help from others, but she gets there in the end.

Doctor: Come along then Isabella, let’s get you to my room and -

Isabella: Oh, no, no. I’m not going anywhere. I have a match tonight in case you can’t remember. A match I intend to win. I’m not letting MSN keep me away from that ring any longer. I won’t let them screw me again!

Doctor: But Ms. Taylor, your ribs.. and your head. For all we know, you could of broken a few ribs and developed a concussion. I can’t allow you to-

Isabella: No, they’re not doing it to me again! I’m wrestling tonight, and there’s nothing you, or anyone else, can do about it.

Isabella grabs a hold of her ribs, pushing past the crowd of EMT’s as she heads off down the corridor to prepare for her match, clearly not taking "no" for an answer.

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Backstage, there is a scene opening up with Tena standing in the hallway doing whatever it was that she was doing prior to the camera being aired when Tena feels a cold feeling over her shoulder. The cameras don't show what's behind her, but then Tena quickly turns around knowing that someone's looking over her shoulder. Morgan is seen standing behind her as some of the fans cheer for her, and they listen intensively about what she had to say. The two divas look each other in the eyes.

//Morgan: Well....how have you been Tena? Needless to say I don’t think anyone knows. Actually, frankly, I don't think anyone cares. The last time anyone saw you was umm, well let’s see, when you decided to beat the sh*t out of Izzy. Oh, and that was the first time anyone saw you. But I see that you could feel me behind you eh? Well, Tena, let's just say that you'd better get used to looking over your shoulder. Why you ask? You see when you’re someone that feels as strongly about wrestling as I do, then maybe you might want to put a little bit more effort into this and umm, I'm feeling that you don't, and personally, I don't like that. Now not showing up for your matches…oh yea, this is real...cute...Tena...real cute.

//Tena: Whatever Morgan. I don't even know why you're wasting your time...

//Morgan: On someone as useless as you? I know, I asked myself that just before I approached your pathetic a**... In this match tonight, when you shot your promo. Oh damn! Wait a minute, you didn’t shoot a promo, you didn’t even show up to say anything about it did you?? Wow. You know you and your little sidekick Danica; you guys got another thing coming to you. Just think, every time that you take a step ahead, I’m going to be there to bring you back down to where you belong.

//Tena: Like I'm scared? I know that you're just saying this because you want me to back down, and shrivel into a hole. Well, that's your place. You're going to have to try a little bit harder Miss. Rookie�?BR>
//Morgan: [Laughs a little bit and shifts her weight] You see, haha, I knew that you would say that. But I just want you to try it sometime Tena. Just, give it a shot, because I'm so ready for whatever cards you want to deal. One day, you'll look over your shoulder at the right time, but nothing will be there. Then, you'll turn around and BAM! You'll be knocked down off your pedestal, and you'll be flat out on your back.... your favorite position.

Tena goes to slap Morgan after the comment that she just made, but Morgan blocks it and grabs onto her wrist. She pulls Tena's arm into her and lowers it. Still holding onto her arm with a death grip, Morgan pushes Tena up against the wall, just a little bit taller then her as she grits her teeth. Morgan then gets right into her face only inches away.

//Morgan: You know, maybe not flat on your back. But I need to make sure that little worthless b*tches like you, back down to the chain where you belong. I may be a rookie or a newbie whatever you want to call it, but it looks like you just got put in your place by a rookie. You’re not in here with people like me. I will succeed tonight. I will be better then you. So really, even though I just started, if you have a feud with me, I’ll boost your career. So think of this as a favor.

Morgan pushes Tena away from her as she walks away. Tena looks at Morgan and she rolls her eyes.

//Tena: F*ck you. You aren’t sh*t. I dare you to try and do something. You’re a rookie; you’re the one that belongs down at the bottom of the food chain.

Morgan stopped in her tracks and stood there for a minute just as Morgan turns around and delivers a new move, (a new version of the chick kick) to Tena’s chin as she fell to the floor. Morgan bent down and she grabbed the back of Tena’s head, a hand full of ratty nasty hair and she lifted Tena up. She pushed her against the wall and then held back her fist and connected it to Tena’s already f*cked up face, hitting her in her nose, on her little piggy cheeks and on her big fish lips. After a few�?0 or something hits, Tena kind of fell to the floor like a lump. Morgan then grabbed Tena and picked her up. She bent Tena over and she put her head between Morgan’s legs. She then lifted Tena up and power bombed her on the table. Except the table didn’t exactly break. So Tena just kinda layed there on the table. Morgan took in a deep breath. She then grabbed Tena like a rag doll and she did it again, this time harder, making the back of her head hit the wall and then bouncing off of the table, making it break. Morgan smirks a little bit, looking at Tena sit there on the broken table on the ground like the pile of sh*t that she is. Morgan then turns around about to leave but sees Danica, the "sidekick" standing there with her mouth wide open. She looked like a damn blow up doll. No wait, those looked 10 times better. Morgan looked at her as in like "what?"

//Danica: What the hell did you do?!

Morgan looked behind her and tilted her head.

//Morgan: Well first I kicked the sh*t out of her ugly face. Then I punched her…a few times I might add, the b*tch hurt my knuckles-

Before Morgan could finish explaining, Danica walked over to Morgan and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down. Morgan instantly kneed Danica in the gut, making her release her grip on Morgan’s hair. Since Danica was bending down, she was basically asking for it, so Morgan brought her knee up and smashed Danica in the mouth. While Danica was busy screaming like the b*tch she was, Morgan grabbed a hair tie from her wrist and put her hair up.

//Morgan: You wanna fight dirty?

//Danica: Bring it wh*re.

Morgan smirks and tilts her head to the side.

//Morgan: Oo babygirl you’re gonna wish you never said that.

Morgan then took a step forward, stepping on Danica’s overly huge toes and then upper cutting Danica in the mouth, making her stumble back a little bit. Morgan came forward as she delivered a right hand and then a left hand to her jaw, making her head bobble back like a damn bobble head. Morgan then gave her a forearm smash to the side of her head. Danica had been stepping backwards so much that they were a little bit down the hallway, but not exactly to the place Morgan wanted. Morgan grabbed her by the back of the head and by her hair and pulled her over to a glass window. She lifted Danica’s 45lbs head up and then put all her effort into it as she smashed the pretty window with Danica’s disgustingly gross head. The glass shattered everywhere and Danica was dizzy, surprisingly though, she didn’t fall. Morgan knees her in the gut and then brought her up and slapped her hard across the face. Morgan then wrapped her arms around Danica’s gross neck and gave her a DDT on the concrete. Morgan then got up as she looked down at Danica just bringing her up again, dragging her over to where Tena was still lying. She stood up Danica and then super kicked her to where Danica’s face landed in Tena’s cr*tch. Morgan stood up and then spit on her. Showing that she doesn’t have any respect for stupid little girls who think they are actually worthy of being in a match with some of the top divas in W2K. Morgan brushed some loose hairs out of her face as she took a deep breath.

//Morgan: Now whose the wh*re?

Morgan stood up, brushing off some blood off of her hands, bending her legs and squatting down, grabbing the little shirt Danica was wearing, wiping the blood off on Danica’s shirt. Morgan then stood back up, looking at them again.

//Morgan: Who the f*ck are you any ways?

//Voice: Apparantly two dumb brauds that won’t be competing in the match tonight.

Morgan turned around to see Terri Lamin walk up. She started to clap her hands as Morgan followed Terri’s gaze. She smiled and then looked back up at Terri.

//Morgan: Dunno if I went too far, but you can’t say I didn’t get the job done.

Terri then laughed as the two girls walked away, leaving a motionless and pathetic pile of sh*t for the EMT’s to pick up.

Joey: Well, due to... you know, the usual... this match has now become a handicapped Three on Two!

Trunks: Izzy and Da Biotch will be taking on Morgan Blair, Sapphire and Terri LaMin Dangerously.

In the ring, the bell sounds and Da Biotch steps in and faces off with Morgan Blair. The two don't seem very pleased to be standing near each other, to be honest, but I think maybe the violence will take care of that problem. Speaking of the violence, Da Biotch strikes first and snatches a handful of Blair's hair, slamming her to the mat with it. She drops an elbow right into Blair's throat and quickly starts punching. Morgain regains her wits and kicks DB away. She rolls up to her feet and smoothly transfers into a Head Scissor Takedown on Da Biotch. DB recovers quickly and her and Blair tangle in a grapple. Unfortunately for DB, they're a little too close to Terri and she grabs a chunk of DB's hair, allowing Morgan to gain the advantage and nail a DDT. The cover only brings a two count.

Joey: Harsh landing, and this is already going to be an uphill battle for Da Biotch and Izzy.

Trunks: They don't pay us enough to say Da Biotch out loud.

DB is lifted, but Blair gets caught off guard with a kick to the head. Da Biotch jumps up and start delivering chops to the chest. DB avalanches her in the corner, then quickly converts into a bulldog. Da Biotch runs and dropkicks Terri off the apron, turning in mid air and splashing Morgan Blair. She goes to pin, but Sapphire drags her off. Isabella Taylor tries to get in the ring, but the referee won't let her. Terri enters the ring and uses the distraction to team up with Morgan and Double Suplex DB. Morgan tags out to Sapphire, who immediately rips up DB and delivers a harsh Fisherman's Suplex. She covers, but again it's only two.

Trunks: She's tough, but three against two aren't great odds.

Sapphire goes to the top rope, but she takes a little too much time and DB is able to recover enough to shake the rope. Sapphire takes a tumble and on the way down, Da Biotch dropkicks her in the back of the head. Looks like Sapphire got hurt on that exchange. Da Biotch tries to take her up, but Sapphire fights back with a Snapmare. Again Da Biotch gets up and goes for Sapphire, but while cradling her neck, Sapphire desperately fights her off with a Pendulum Backbreaker. That slows Da Biotch down, but she still gets up again. Sapphire goes to fight her away with a Powerbomb, but Da Biotch reverses into a Sunset Flip. She grabs the ropes for leverage, and Sapphire is upset with a three count!

Joey: Hey! She chea-

Trunks: Alls fair when you have to fight two on three.

Terri dives into the ring after that and Da Biotch barely has a chance to blink before she's Terri-Kicked into next year. Terri hooks the leg and scores an easy pinfall on Da Biotch.

Trunks: They're dropping like flies out here.

There's a tension as Isabella Taylor enters the ring, but it's shortlived because Morgan Blair jumps her from behind. Ignoring the referee, Morgan and Terri begin laying Izzy out. The crowd isn't sure who to like, so they side with what they know and begin chanting "EC Terri". Terri acknowledges the chant by Terri-Kicking Izzy while Morgain holds her. Izzy's got a little blood coming from her mouth after that, and Morgan decided to open her up a little more with some hard fists.

Joey: I'm not sure about this, Trunks. Terri alone is a handful...

Izzy fights back though. She punches Morgan right in the throat, then dives for Terri and spears her. Izzy battles with forearms to Terri's face, but eventually Morgan recovers and rips her off. Izzy gets a taste of Morgan's Neckbreaker finisher, Mor-tified. She seems layed out, but Terri pins and gets a two count. Neither Terri or Morgan look pleased, or particularly annoyed. They simply continue stomping on Izzy like it wasn't even a contest. However, things get a little heated when "Dropkick The Punks" by The Faint hits. The crowd goes into an uproar as JT Kash jogs down the ramp and stops at ringside, threatening to enter the ring. Terri tries to tell Morgan to focus on Izzy, but Morgan is already bolting for JT Kash. She leans over the ropes, mouthing off to him.

Trunks: I guess JT is following his... uhh... nose.

Joey: Well, his epic quest to get some might just end tonight if he saves Izzy here.

Terri decides she needs to end this and lifts Izzy. Izzy seems to realize it's one on one again, and she gets a second wind. Terri is knocked back with strong punches, right after left after right... and the Championess Goddess of Wrestling miraculously manages a Hurricanrana. The force throws Terri out of the ring through the ropes. JT advises Morgan to turn around. Morgan does, just in time to be scooped up by Izzy. Taylor nails "Court Ajourned", her version of the Death Valley Driver. It leads straight into a pin, and Terri is just barely too late to stop the three count. JT claps as the match becomes one on one.

Joey: Izzy did it! The match is balanced! JT was just the distraction Izzy needed!

She smiles at JT, and JT winks. Izzy stands now, ready to take on Terri LaMin Dangerously. There's a real feeling that this has been building forever, even if it's just been a short while. Terri has that look of murder in her eyes, and Izzy stands as confident as ever. This is surely going to be a clash of titans, an epic among epics, a-

*SMACK*

Chairshot?!?! Isabella Taylor slowly turns around, holding the back of her head. She looks with confusion into the eyes of JT Kash. He looks back into hers, pretending to be surprised, and brandishing a dented steel chair. Izzy's eyes roll back and she drops to the mat like a sack of bricks. The fans are excited here, they know something is up, but already there are the usual chorus of boos when they sense something foul. Kash stares at Izzy like she was something he just stepped in... but then his eyes go up to Terri LaMin Dangerously. He brings the chair up as though to use it...

Joey: Oh my God...

And instead, with a huge grin, he hands it right to her!!! Terri grins too, leaping into JT's arms and... and... THEY MAKE OUT?!?!?!?!

Trunks: AHH!!! GOD HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, JOEY!!! NOTHING AT ALL!!!

Joey: THIS IS UNHOLY!!! UNHOLY, I TELL YOU!!!

Terri looks down at Izzy, putting a boot up on her chest and resting the tip of the chair on her throat. The fans are in an absolute uproar. JT getting some is one thing, but JT and Terri?!?! That's like Hitler and Jesus having frappacinos together!!! Kash leans down, grabbing Izzy by the shirt and dragging her to her feet. He "accidentally" rips the shirt in down the middle and exposes her bra.

Joey: I... I have no idea what to say!!! This is the least likely thing since...

Trunks: Ever, Joey. Since EVER. How degrading for Izzy to have to be the catalyst for this satanic union. I need to shower. I feel dirty.

He shoves her over to Terri, who swiftly delivers her Terri-fied finisher, leaving Izzy spread out, out cold. Kash and Terri leave arm in arm, laughing together at the expense of the Goddess of Wrestling.

Joey: Well, Trunks just left for the shower... but I can't imagine what reprocussions this has for W2K. Maybe you're new... but this is basically an atomic bomb, folks. A big, angry, evil, annoying atomic bomb.

JT and Terri make out one more time on the ramp before the scene fades, and I'm totally allowed to make that happen. The sound of the audience going apesh*t is all that's left before total black. That's the blackness of absolute evil and the apocalypse, in case you were curious.

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Joey: Welcome back to Censored ladies and gentlemen, we're just about ready for our next match, one that will decide the who the X-Impact champion is when Taurus takes on the champion, Blade Law. Both men have had some pretty strong words this week....but its not about talking now, its time to put up or shut up Trunks.

Trunks: Yeah thats right.....best advice for Taurus is to take it to the champion and dont let up, but its gonna be hard, both men are great in the ring.....just like your mom is great in bed!

Before Joey has the chance to come back and defend his mother, the bell is rung and the match is declared underway. Blade moves in first and slowly Taurus follows, as the two men lock up in the middle of the ring. Blade is the first to taste the canvas, as Taurus puts him down with a headlock take down, keeping pressure and trying to make the champ give up early. After a moment, the hold is released and Taurus gets to his feet, picking Blade up with him. The champ is whipped against the furthest ropes and as he comes back, again he meets the canvas as Taurus hits him with a clothesline! Taurus wastes no time in standing Blade back up, but instead of executing yet another move, hes met with a thumb to the eyes from the champ, and a right hand uppercut, taking him down to the mat for the first time. Having to play catch up now, Blade quickly lifts the challenger to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, following him there and crushing him with a knee to the midsection! Taurus crumples to the ground but doesnt stay there long as hes lifted back up by Blade, who continues the attack, hitting his opponent with rights and lefts before finally attempting a vertical suplex, only to have Taurus escape at the last moment and land on his feet behind the champ! Taurus once again gains the upper hand, hitting Blade with a quick reversed DDT, before running to the ropes and going for the Lionsault, but NO! Blade gets his knees up and burries them into the midsection of the challenger!

Trunks: That HAD to hurt!

Joey: Taurus trying for the lionsault there.....but its obviously not to be

Both Blade and Taurus lay on the mat, Taurus holding his stomach while Blade is still feeling the effects of the reversed DDT. The referee looks at both men, and begins to count, throwing up finger after finger, staring at both men who simply lay there as still as can be on the mat.

Joey: If neither man gets up before 10 the title is going to stay with Blade.....

Finally, at the count of 7 and a half, Blade gets to his feet, followed slowly by Taurus. As Taurus gets to one knee, Blade immediatly strikes hitting his opponent with a vicious kick, 'The Blade' as its known! Blade quickly goes for the pin and the ref jumps down, 1....2....NO! Taurus gets a shoulder up at the last second and Blade cant beleive it! No, he wont believe it! Blade again covers, and again Taurus kicks out this time at a quicker two. Again, Blade covers and once again, Taurus kicks out this time after one!

Trunks: Blade is gonna have to try more than just pinning.

Blade quickly gets to his feet followed shortly by Taurus, who is met with a right hand almost immediatly, but returns in kind with a left of his own. Both men battle back and forth until finally Blade gains the upper hand, whipping his opponent against the ropes and taking him down with an impressive tornado drop kick! Theres no time for stopping though, as Blade quickly drops down and without a moments hesitation locks in the 'Anaconda'! The move is locked in to close to the ropes however and Taurus is able to get a foot onto the bottom rope, and the ref forces BLade to break the hold. Without waiting, Blade stands back to his feet and begins to lace into his opponent with boots, until finally Taurus takes the high road, rolling out of the ring.

Trunks: Thats the best thing to do in this situation Joey....go out and take a breather

Blade quickly follows Taurus to the outside, and as he runs up to the challenger, hes met with a backwards kick to the groin, and the champ goes down, holding himself in pain. Taurus quickly rolls into the ring to break the refs count and then rolls back out, taking it to the champ on the outside before finally throwing Blade back into the ring and following him in. Taurus sets up store in the corner waiting rather IMpatiently for the champion to get to his feet. Finally, Blade stumbles up onto his feet and turns around just in time to be plowed into the canvas with 'The Injection'!

Joey: Oh my god! This match has got to be over!

Taurus quickly covers the champ for the pin and the ref jumps to the mat and starts the count, 1.....2.........3!

Joey: Taurus has done it! Taurus is the new X-Impact champion Trunks!!!

"Here is your winner by pinfall and the NEW X-Impact Champion......TAURUS!!!"

The referee grabs the championship belt handing it to Taurus who throws his hands up into the air as 'Feel Good' begins to blare over the speaker system again. Blade slowly begins to come to, staring up at Taurus who is holding the title with a disappointed look. The new champ leaves the ring and heads up the ramp as CENSORED cuts to a commercial.

("Alive" by POD continues to play as Matty Legend arrogantly makes his way down the ramp, toward the ring, where the opposition of William Rodney Mercy and Ace Hart are standing, while partner, Scott Blaze stands at ringside, waiting for Matty. Matty stands just outside the ring, looking up at his opponents and rubbing the palm of his hand over the Title Belt around his waist in an almost conceited fashion. He and Blaze make eye contact before stepping onto the apron and into the ring at the same time. The two teams stand in opposite corners getting themselves ready before the match really begins, eyeballing each other the entire time.)

Joey: This is one of the most explosive situations we’re going to see all night. The hatred between these two teams could boil over at any minute.

Trunks: And there they go!

(WRM and Ace both charge across the ring as the Champions are removing their belts, avalanching the both of them in the same corner. The referee calls for the bell.

*DING DING!*

The Champions, still wearing the gold around their waists, are being pounded in their own corner as WRM and Ace Hart continue to work them over in the opening seconds of the contest. WRM pulls Scott Blaze from the corner and toward the middle of the ring, almost ripping the Title Belt from around his waist and looking down at it before throwing it down onto the canvas. He whips Blaze into the ropes and gets a HIGH back body drop on the rebound. Ace whips Matty into the opposite turnbuckles, charging across as Matty stumbles out and damn near clotheslining his head off. Matt’s belt finally comes loose and the referee is quick to retrieve it, handing it off at ringside.)

Trunks: He should uh�?probably try to get two of these guys out of the ring.

Joey: I think he heard you.

(The referee is quick to stop Ace Hart from coming back to the center of the ring, pushing him back toward the corner and ordering him onto the apron. Ace complies with minimal dispute. Matty pulls himself up and the referee gives him the same treatment, leaving us with only WRM and Scott Blaze in the ring. WRM with the pick-up on Blaze after the back body drop and he immediately forces him back into the neutral corner. Chop! "Wooooo." Chop! "Wooooo." Cho- no! Blaze blocks it and hits a chop of his own! And another! He backs Mercy out of the corner and�?chop! Mercy goes down!)

Joey: Scott Blaze is really mounting a comeback here!

(WRM pops right back up�?and goes right back down after another chop! Up�?and down from a clothesline! Blaze with the pick-up now and he backs WRM to the ropes, whipping him acro- no, WRM counters, pulls Blaze in and hits an Arn Anderson SPINEBUSTER! "Ohhhhhh." WRM grabs Blaze’s arm and intelligently drags him to his corner before tagging out to Ace.)

Trunks: Veteran move, there.

Joey: It’s the subtle things, right?

Trunks: Something like that.

(Ace comes in and he doesn’t look happy with the guy completely laid out at his feet. Ace measures Blaze before dropping an elbow on his chest. He gets up, measures, and drops another. He does this once more before hooking the leg for the first pin of the match. One�?two�?th- kickout! Ace doesn’t look at all surprised as he grabs Blaze while he’s getting up. He backs Blaze up to the corner before driving a knee lift into Blaze’s gut, using the ropes for extra leverage. A second time�?a third time. Now he grabs Blaze’s arm and attempts a whip across the ring, causing Blaze’s back to hit damn hard with the buckles. Ace charges in, looking for the second avalanche of the night, but Blaze rolls out! Ace gets nothing but turnbuckle and is momentarily stunned as Blaze tags out to Matty. The fans almost cheer this spot until they realize they hate Matty Legend. Matty is quick to get on Ace, pounding him in the corner with a barrage of quick right hands. The referee warns him once before Matty drags Ace back to the middle of the ring. He tries to whip Ace in, but Ace reverses and Matty goes into the ropes, coming back and sliding right through Ace’s legs. Ace stands up and DROPSAULT! Ace is down! Cover�?one�?two�?thr- SAVE BY MERCY! WRM is quickly pushed back to his corner by the referee as Matty gives him a few words of displeasure.)

Trunks: Roll-up!

(That’s right, Trunks. Ace suddenly gets a roll-up from behind on Matty, but the referee is busy with WRM. He finally turns and slides into position, only to have Matty kickout after a short two. Ace and Matty are both up at the same time and Matty hits the ropes, coming back as Ace turns, but Ace is quick to respond and�?FLAPJACK for Matty Legend! That was a big one. Ace with another cover and he gets one�?gets two�?gets thr- KICKOUT! Ace drags Matty to his feet and pulls him to the corner where WRM is waiting. Ace extends a hand and WRM tags in while Ace holds Matty wide open for WRM to get a swift kick to the ribs. After doing so, he tries to lift Matty back up as Ace steps out, but Matty begins to panic, kicking his legs and shoving Mercy off of him before quickly scampering across the ring on his hands and knees to tag out.)

Joey: Wow, I don’t really think Matty Legend wants anything to do with William Rodney Mercy.

Trunks: Meh, he just wants to wait for the right time.

(WRM doesn’t look too happy as he and Matty lock eyes before Matty steps out while Blaze steps in. Blaze stares off with Mercy before they get into it again�?charging him and getting a quick go-behind. Mercy gets the standing switch and goes for a German Suplex, but Blaze flips out and lands on his feet. When Mercy gets up, Blaze charges him from behind, forcing him into the ropes and rolling backwards with a roll-up. One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Blaze is almost sent clear out of the ring, but catches himself at the last second on the middle rope. He regains his composure, turning just in time to eat the boot of William Rodney Mercy. That is to say�?SUPERKICK! One�?two�?thr- Matty comes in to make the save! WRM looks up at Matty Legend from his knees, shouting a few phrases of profanity and spitting on the canvas. WRM gets a pick-up on Blaze, forcing him back to the ropes and whipping him across the ring, looking for a back body drop on the rebound, just as he had at the beginning of the match, but Blaze scouts it this time, hooking Mercy’s head and DDT!)

Trunks: He hit that DDT out of nowhere!

Joey: This could be the turning point!

(Blaze rolls on for the cover and only gets two before Mercy’s arm shoots up from the mat of the ring. Blaze gets the pick-up now, having gained the advantage with that desperation DDT, but Mercy hits a few driving shots to the gut of Blaze, causing him to lose his grip on Mercy. Mercy rolls to his corner and tags out to Ace Hart. Ace comes in and immediately hits a running big boot on Blaze! "Ohhhhh." The pin gets one�?two�?and thr- NO! SHOULDER UP! Ace finds this hard to believe, but doesn’t let Blaze have any time to breathe. Ace gets the pick-up, but Blaze suddenly breaks free! Ace throws a punch�?Blaze ducks! He hooks it up and�?Last Hope!!! He hit it!!! He stalks over, looking for the pin�?but gets a Rod-Effect for his troubles!!!!!)

Joey: Rod-Effect!

(THWAP!!!!!!!!)

Trunks: Chair shot!!!!!

(Mercy is completely laid out after a chair shot to the face from Matty Legend. The referee immediately calls for the bell as Matty looks down at WRM.)

"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, by disqualification�?Ace Hart and William Rodney Mercyyyy!"

(But Matty doesn’t care. He just sets the chair up right beside Mercy and sits down in it, looking down at his adversary. Matty points down in WRM’s face, speaking inaudible words the whole time�?probably telling him something about how bad Baptized By Blood is going to hurt or something.)

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Joey: Uhhh, I think JC Hall might be in just a little over his head in this match.

Trunks: Well he’s been asking for it for like�?oh, I mean, he just got here and hasn’t been whining about wanting a Title Match at every single Title in W2K for the past several months or anything like that.

Joey: Right.

(JC Hall is already in the ring as Trip steps in and his music dies out. He removes the MSN Title Belt from around his waist and hands it off to the referee before saying something along the lines of "Can we get this over with? I have things to do." Right, anyway, he charges JC and damn near clotheslines his head off.

*DING DING!*

JC is floored, but Trip rips him up from the canvas and tosses him to the corner for some hard body shots. The referee warns trip about the closed fist and Trip just shrugs him off. Trip whips JC across to the opposite buckles, and JC quickly bounces out, charging Trip and jumping at him in an attempt at offense�?but Trip catches him in his arms and drives him back-first into the buckles, once more. Trip lifts JC up and sets him on the top buckle, climbing up after him. He grabs a front facelock, hooking it up for a superplex. JC battles back! One�?two�?three shots to the ribs of PowerTrip! He shoves Trip off and Trip stumbles back, but stays on his feet. JC perches on the top�?and leaps! High cross body! CAUGHT! Trip catches JC in his arms�?fall away slam!)

Trunks: Oooo.

Joey: I think that might’ve been JC’s last chance.

(Trip with the pick-up�?the hook-up�?and the t-RIP Express. I think Joey might’ve been right. The cover�?and the one�?two�?three.

*DING DING!*)

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and stilllll MSN Champion�?PowerTriiiiip!!!"

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[The match between JC Hall and MSN/w2k champion PowerTrip has just ended. But almost immediately the victor's music is cut off. In its place blares "Kryptonite". Fans through-out the arena know who is on his way out here and they respond with many boos. Soon after CM appears on the stage with a mic in hand.

CM: Hey there Trippy, ole buddy ole pal.

[Trip doesn't look that thrilled to see CM. And why should he? Christian Michaels is the person who came along and broke that seven year streak Trip had going. That one about never losing to the same opponent consecutively in singles match. Something right there that not even the great NED could do. Just more proof, in Michaels' mind, that he is the replacement for Dangerously in the long run.

CM: Whats wrong Trippy? You don't exactly look thrilled to see me out here. Is it because maybe you heard about who's the latest entry into the MSN title match at Triple B? Awwww. Don't get mad old friend. Just be glad that instead of losing to some NED wannabe, thats ole Ace Hart, you'll actually now be losing to NED's eventual replacement.

[Here comes that lil smirk that even Mid-card legend Ryan Cain hates. But the champion doesn't have a smirk as one of his opponents begins to stroll toward the ramp.

CM: But ya see Trip......

[Michaels walks up one of the sets of steps.

CM: I don't wanna wait til Sunday to kick your butt. I got a little pent up aggression with you for walking out on PWT to come back and be champion of this anthill.

[Attempt to step into the ring is cut off by Trip. Christian retreats out onto the floor for a moment. He drops the mic, done talking. Grabs a chair and slides in the ring with it. Trip is right there dropping down with both hands clasped together between CM's shoulders. The champion lays into Michaels with a few right hand shots before ripping him to his feet. CM is whipped across the ring. Rebounds off the ropes and gets leveled by a clothesline. The PWT Heavyweight champion is having second thoughs now. He begins scooting toward the corner, begging off Trip. Unfortunately for MSN's champion, he hesitates and gives Michaels an opening. CM plants a boot to the groin! Trip is doubled over in pain, like any normal man would be, as CM picks up the chair from earlier. The chair is raised up and then slamed down hard across the champion's back! He's sent down to his hands and knees where CM pushes his head with a boot. Finally Trip pulls himself up and he's met with that chair being bent right over his head! Joey an Trunks are going crazy and CM has thats mirk on his face again. Blood oozing out of Trip's cranium.

CM: Now walk out on that....chump.

Trunks: These four in the ring at the same time is giving me a migraine!

Joey: Why?

Trunks: CM and the masked man together at once is just weird!

The ref orders two men out of the ring. CM and the masked man both step out as the bell rings. Ryan and CM go for a lock up, but Ryan ducks under and takes CM down with a fire mans carry. CM flat on his back, Ryan locks in a headlock. CM rolls out into an arm bar. Ryan turns himself over and stands up to his feet grabbing the top rope. Ryan does a back flip to counter out of the arm bar. CM goes for a clothesline band Ryan ducks under and runs to the ropes. CM turns around as Ryan springboards off the middle rope. He turns in mid air going for the Whip-Focking-Lash, but CM dives out of the ring at the last second. Ryan rolls through and gets back up to his feet while CM walks around on the floor.

Joey: CM just narrowly escaped that one!

CM slowly walks back up the steps and gets back into the ring. Ryan is standing back in the center of the ring with a smirk on his face just welcoming CM in. CM looks at NED who’s laughing at CM for getting out wrestled by Cain. CM looks back over at Cain, flips him off then tags NED in a hard way on the chest. CM steps out of the ring and waves NED in to face Cain. NED steps into the ring while shooting an evil glare to CM who just smirks.

Trunks: NED and Cain this is what we’ve been waiting for all week!

Joey: Let’s see if Ryan’s as much of a joke as Nic claims.

NED and Ryan lock up, NED with the obvious power advantage starts to push Ryan back into the corner. The ref steps in and separates the two. NED pulling his arms up while stepping back. The ref steps out of the way and NED swings at Ryan who ducks under and comes out behind NED hitting him in the back with a drop kick smashing him face first into the corner. NED turns around and Ryan leaps onto him, landing with his feet on the middle rope. Ryan monkey flips NED out into the middle of the ring. The masked man climbs the ropes and gives Ryan a blind tag.

Joey: Cain doesn’t look all too happy about that one.

The masked man jumps off the top rope with a leg drop, but NED rolls out of the way at the last second. NED gets up and tags in CM.

Trunks: CM and the masked man! WHO’S WHO!?!?

CM runs in and picks the masked man up by the shirt, pokes him in the eyes then starts chopping the blinded man in the chest. The masked man stumbles around with his back to Michaels who wraps his hands around the masked mans face and starts gouging at his eyes. The ref finally breaks it up as the masked man walks over towards the ropes with one hand out trying to keep CM away and the other rubbing his eyes. CM moves passed the referee and rakes the masked mans back. CM steps back and kicks the leg out from under the mystery man. He falls down on his back and CM throws his leg up on the bottom rope and stomps it a couple times before grabbing onto the top and jumping down across the mans knee.

Joey: Smart wrestling by Christian Michaels.

Trunks: Of course he was a W2K and is current PWT world champion.

CM picks the masked man up to his knees, he’s pulling on his hair trying to pick the man up to his feet, and out of nowhere the masked man picks CM up and drops him with an overhead release belly to belly suplex. CM arches his back while rolling over trying to get to NED. The masked man pulls himself up and limps over to his corner to tag in Ryan. The masked man tags in Ryan and CM tags in NED. They both meet in the middle of the ring. Ryan strikes first with a few right hands causing NED to stumble back. Ryan hits him with the last punch and NED falls down to his back and rolls out of the ring. Ryan Zero’s CM while his head is turned knocking him down to the floor. NED gets up frustrated with Ryan and turns around just as Ryan is soaring down over the top rope. NED sidesteps just in time and Ryan splats on the floor. NED pulls Ryan up as CM starts to stumble his way around the ring coming up behind Ryan. CM grabs both of his arms pulling them behind his back as NED starts to lay in solid right hands. Ryan’s legs start to look limp as NED is relentless with his assault. CM’s jaw drops all of a sudden and he let’s go of Ryan and runs away.

Trunks: Look out!

NED turns around as the masked man comes down off the top rope with a front flip taking out both NED and Cain. He slowly gets back up holding his back, as CM runs up behind the masked man and pushes him face first into the ring post. The masked man bounces off the post and falls face down on the floor on the other side of the ring. CM pulls Ryan up to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then does the same with NED. CM hops up on the apron and tags NED and steps into the ring. CM covers Ryan. 1...2...Ryan drapes his foot across the bottom rope just in time.

Joey: Ryan just barely got out of that one.

Trunks: I think that stupid flip the mystery man did hurt his own team more than anything, Joey.

CM picks Ryan up and suplexes him hard, CM floats over for the pin but again Ryan is out at a two. CM tells the referee he should count faster and the referee tells CM he should wrestle better. They go their separate ways. CM pulls Ryan up by the hair, accidentally slipping his fingers into Ryan’s eyes the whole time, oops. CM gets Ryan up and body slams him down. CM steps outside onto the apron and starts to climb up to the top rope.

Joey: I feel some Southern Climate happening here.

CM does a little dance and a pose, makes a baby and then gets pushed off the top rope by the masked man. Ryan moves out of the way as CM crashes down onto the mat. Ryan drags himself over towards the masked man as CM does the same towards NED. Both make the tag. The masked man comes in and goes after NED with a right hand. NED blocks and hit’s the masked man. The masked man kicks NED in the gut and drops him with a DDT. He rolls over for the cover, but NED kicks out at two. The masked man gets back up after slapping the mat in frustration and picks NED up with him. He grabs NED in a headlock and starts to run out for a bulldog, but as he jumps NED lifts him back into a back suplex. NED covers, but the masked man kicks out at two. NED and mystery slowly getting back to their feet. NED hit’s the masked man with a right, masked man returns it with a kick then a backhand. NED swings for another right hand, mystery ducks it, NED spins around and mystery nails him with a reverse DDT. He covers. 1.�?2.…�?.CM breaks it up just in time!

Trunks: This is getting close!

Joey: I have a feeling all Hell is about to break loose!

Ryan Cain runs into the ring with a flying forearm into CM’s face. Ryan nips back up to his feet and starts walking towards NED and the masked man. The masked man gets up with his back to Ryan who bumps into him. Mystery grabs Ryan and drops him with a Rod Effect!

Trunks: ROD EFFECT!?!?

Joey: That’s twice!!

Ryan is out of it. The mystery man gets back up and looks down seeing his partner is out cold, he looks up and WHAP! CM nails the masked man with the Whap.

Trunks: GOD BLESS CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!

Joey: SHUT UP!!

CM gets up wiping the sweat off his forehead and flinging it down on the two fallen opponents. NED gets up behind CM and picks him up from behind.

Trunks: WHAT!?!

NED jumps up and drops CM down on the back of his neck with the Dues Ex Machina.

Joey: NED TOOK OUT CHRISTIAN!!

NED stands up looking down at the masked man about to pin him, then he stops and looks over seeing Ryan Cain laid out. NED looks around then covers Ryan.

Joey: No!

Trunks: Yes!

1.�?

Joey: Kick out!!

2...

Trunks: It’s over!

Joey: KICK OUT RYAN!!

�?!! The bell rings. King Nothing by Metallica starts to play as Nic E Dangerously stands tall in the center of the ring looking down at all the bodies spread out. The referee starts to raise his arm, but he jerks it away and pushes the referee back before stepping out of the ring walking backwards up the ramp staring into the ring the entire time at the carnage.

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Ryan Cain is showing stumbling through the walls, sweaty and still a bit out of it from his match. He walks into a wall and pushes himself off as he keeps going, then suddenly he stops in front of WRM’s locker room door. Ryan front kicks the door open and storms inside.

Ryan: COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!

Ryan stomps through the locker room looking for WRM, but comes up empty handed. The locker room is empty, Ryan turns around and starts walking out but trips over a black gym bag in the middle of the floor. He turns around to see what it was and looks down on the floor and there he sees it. The white and black mask hanging halfway out of the bag. The camera focuses in on Ryan’s angry face as we fade to black.... is WRM gone... or is he only hidden?!

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